In this wild wood will I range; Listen, listen, dear! Nor sigh for towns so fine, to change This forest drear. Toils and dangers I'll despise, Never, never weary; And be, while love is in thine eyes, Ever cheery. Ah! what to me were cities gay; Listen, listen, dear! If from me thou wert away, Alas! how drear! Oh! still o'er sea, o'er land I'll rove, Never, never weary; And follow on where leads my love, Ever cheery. LARRY. Och! the creature! WALTER. Let my lips tell thee what my tongue cannot. [_Kiss._ LARRY. Aye, do, do stop her mellifluous mouth; for the little nightingale warbles so like my Kate, she makes me sigh for Ballinamone; ah! just so would the constant creature carol all day about, roving through the seas and over the woods. _Enter ROBIN._ ROBIN. Master Walter, the captain is a going to explore the country, and you must along. WALTER. That's our fine captain, always stirring. ROBIN. Plague on his industry! would you think it, we are all incontinently to fall a chopping down trees, and building our own houses, like the beavers. LARRY. Well, sure, that's the fashionable mode of paying rent in this country. ALICE. O, Walter, these merciless savages! I sha'n't be merry till you return-- ROBIN. I warrant ye, mistress Alice--Lord love you I shall be here. WALTER. Cheerly, girl; our captain will make the red rogues scamper like so many dun deer. Savages, quotha! at sight of him, their copper skins will turn pale as silver, with the very alchemy of fear. Come, a few kisses, _en passant_, and then away! cheerly, my dainty Alice. [_Exeunt WALTER and ALICE._ ROBIN. Aye, go your ways, master Walter, and when you are gone-- LARRY. What then! I suppose you'll be after talking nonsense to his wife. But if ever I catch you saying your silly things-- ROBIN. Mum, Lord love you, how can you think it? But hark ye, master Larry, in this same drama that our captain spoke of, you and I act parts, do we not? LARRY. Arrah, to be sure, we are men of parts. ROBIN. Shall I tell you in earnest what we play in this merry comedy? LARRY. Be doing it. ROBIN. Then we play the parts of two fools, look you, to part with all at home, and come to these savage parts, where, Heaven shield us, our heads may be parted from our bodies. Think what a catastrophe, master Larry! LARRY. So the merry comedy ends a doleful tragedy, and exit fool in the character of a hero! That's glory, sirrah, a very feather in our cap. ROBIN. A light gain to weigh against the heavy loss of one's head. Feather quotha! what use of a plumed hat without a head to wear it withal? LARRY. Tut, man, our captain will lead us through all dangers. ROBIN. Will he? an' he catch me following him through these same dangers-- LARRY. Och, you spalpeen! I mean he'll lead us out of peril.